Ruth's Fantasy

[ruthie069]

Ruth’s Fantasy.
It was already almost dark outside and there was a chill breeze when she emerged from the hair salon. Many of the street lights appeared broken and the remaining ones dim, and she glanced around nervously, unsure of her surroundings. It was her first time in this part of the city; she had made an appointment to have her hair cut at this particular salon because of its reputation for specialising in really short cuts, but had been forced to make the journey on public transport when her car had let her down. Now she hugged herself as she walked down a side street and onto the road where she had been told there was a bus stop, smiling ruefully to herself as the wind chilled her close-shaven nape: the salon’s reputation was certainly well-founded, she thought as she felt the clippered stubble around her ears. She had always promised herself a daring ultra-short cut, but hadn’t expected them to be quite as brutal with clipper and razor!

She arrived at the bus shelter and stepped inside, putting her bag on the seat and zipping up her jacket. She hated cold. She hoped the bus wouldn't drive by and miss her in the darkness.

A man walked along the sidewalk. She didn't like his looks, but it seemed he would pass by. She kept her eye on him warily. It was after dark, after all, and there was nothing nearby except a gloomy park opposite with a factory beyond and the desolate Victorian houses that lined the side street down which she had recently walked.

Then he stopped and walked into the shelter. Her heart missed a beat. She stepped closer to the other side of the shelter, giving him lots of room, but she could feel him looking at her and her pulse grew more rapid. He was a big guy. She cursed herself for being paranoid, then looked at her watch, wishing the stupid bus would come soon.

"Hi."

Her heart gave a lurch and she turned to look at him momentarily. She wasn't sure what to do. Ignoring him would be outright rude and insulting, but he looked rough and dirty...

"Hi," she said, as brusque and unfriendly as she could manage without giving offence, she hoped.

"What's your name?"

"Ruth," she replied, without thinking, then instantly regretted it. She didn't want him knowing anything about her.

"You got a real short haircut there, Ruth. I love short hair. Especially on blondes."

Her hair was very blonde now, much lighter than she really wanted – almost white – because the girl in the salon had persuaded her to be daring. Suddenly he reached out and ran his fingers across her scalp, gripping the short strands as if inspecting the length. She jerked away, horrified and insulted . “No!” she said, “no! You shouldn’t do that!” She backed away from him, shuffling further into the shelter.

He was quite unperturbed "Hey, that really is short! Man, you’ve got it less than an inch on top! And what about those sides? Why, girl, I reckon you got a number 2 there! You look hot, girl, you know that?"

She stayed silent, humiliated, embarrassed and praying he'd go away, or that the bus or anybody would come along.

"Always loved blonde hair," he mused. "Is it natural?" She didn't answer, hoping now that ignoring him would discourage him.

"Hey, is it natural?" he poked her shoulder and she turned, glaring up at him. He was well over six feet tall and must weigh way more than twice what she did.

"No! Okay?" she snapped.

"Don't get b*tchy,Ruthie. Just wondered is all. So many of you broads dye your hair a guy's gotta check your pussy to make sure half the time."

She turned away again, turning her back on him. How could he be so coarse?

"You got a nice ass too. You know that?"

Her heart was pounding furiously now, her body tense as her fear grew. Her pulse was hammering in her throat and she was breathing in shallow little pants.

"Real nice little ass," he sighed. "Nice body, in fact. Hard to see what your tits look like with that jacket closed though. Why don't you open it Ruth, and let me see?"

"Please, leave me alone," she said, her voice small.

"Leave you alone? I ain't hurtin' you, baby. I ain't touching you. I just asked is all. I wanted to see if you got nice tits like you got a nice ass."

She turned away again, ignoring him, her skin tingling, light-headed with terror now.

"Hey, I bet a guy my size would really squash you down, huh? I bet you prefer fucking on top."

She knew then that she was in serious trouble.

"Or maybe you like the doggie style, huh? You like it on all fours, that round, tight little ass in the air. Zat it? Huh? Hey Ruthie, I asked you a question."

"Leave me alone!" she cried, turning and trying to dart past him. He backed up into the entrance, completely blocking it as he leered down at her.

"Let me out," she demanded, her voice quavering.

"Why? The bus ain't here yet. Hey, I bet you got one really tight little sn*tch there." He reached towards her and she jumped back, almost falling down in her haste to evade his touch. He sniggered and folded his arms across his chest.

"Real, real tight," he said, his eyes sliding up and down her body. "Tell me what your favourite position is Ruthie."

"Please leave me alone," she whispered, hovering on the edge of tears.

"I ain't hurting you, Ruthie. I just wanted to know what your favourite position is. Hey, you ain't a lezzie, are you? You got a dyke’s haircut sure enough. You the one on top, licking pussy, sucking on clitties, sucking tits? Huh?"

“No I am not!” she said furiously, turning away, desperately looking in all directions for any signs of anybody. The street was empty. And dark...

"You sure about that? You know, I wouldn't blame you if you were. Nothing better than sucking on a nice titty I always said. Hey. Tell me, You got big brown nipples, or nice little pink ones? I bet you got nice little pink nipples, don't you?"

"Please, stop talking like this," she begged, her voice breaking now as she fought to hold back tears.

"Hey. I'm just waiting for the bus, baby." He moved forward and she cringed back into the far corner, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

"You ever deep throated? You know guys really love deep throating. I could show you how if you want."

She trembled and began to weep. He grinned, his hand coming out and touching her hair again, stroking it, his fingers rubbing the stubble on her neck and sideburns. "Yep, real nice haircut," he said, whilst his body blocked her back into the corner. She tried to jerk her head away, but his other hand caught her neck in a vice-like grip that held her immobile. Trembling, she avoided his eyes and looked down at the ground.

And then the hand that had been fondling her hair moved to the zipper of her jacket. She gripped his huge paw and tried to stop him. “Oh, god, no, please don’t!” she cried, but it was hopeless. Ignoring her pathetic effort to stop him, he slowly eased the zipper down until he could open her jacket and look at her body. She was wearing a white blouse. He looked at it for a few moments. "Looks like you got nice titties in there, Ruthie. Hey. Could I see them? Huh? I'd really like to see them."

She wept harder.

"I bet that shirt would tear in pieces without half trying. How bout you open your shirt and let me have a see huh? Come on. Open it. Just unbutton the shirt for me, baby. Come on. Do it."

“Look, somebody might come .... “ she began. “Please stop -”

The grip on her neck had tightened and she felt her windpipe crushing. “Now Ruthie,” he whispered, “I’ve asked you real polite. Nice girl like you needs to show some manners.” His grip tightened. She could feel her lungs aching, starved of air. And this time his voice was full of menace: “So don’t fuck me about girl. DO IT!”

She was terrified he'd hurt her and her fingers moved, trembling and shaking, to the buttons. Her mind was blasted with waves of terror and fear and humiliation and she couldn't think straight. But one by one she unbuttoned them until she reached the belt of her skirt.

"Come on girl, don’t you start annoying me now. Pull it out of your skirt and open up," he said, his voice impatient. She did as he told her, shaking and whimpering, dazed and fearful.

"Nice little bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples you got. Let's see, baby. Let's see them nipples."

She unclipped the bra and then let it slide aside, covering herself with her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now and her eyes were blurred by them as she huddled miserably in the corner.

"Move your hands, b*tch. Let's see ‘em," he demanded, one hand still clamped ominously around her neck.

She slowly, tremblingly, pulled her hands apart and down, standing, slumping in the corner, her head bowed, body quivering.

"Hey, they're nice and pink, ain't they? Do they get real big and hard when your boyfriend sucks them? Or is it your girlfriend? Huh? Huh? Hey, play with them for me Ruthie! Pinch them and roll them in your fingers. I want to see them hard."

As soon as she protested, his grip began to tighten again, only easing when, she slowly did what he ordered, her hands going to her breasts, slowly rubbing her nipples as he looked down.

"Harder b*tch, squeeze them harder. And hey, why don't you take off that shirt? Just let the shirt and jacket slide down to the ground, baby. I want to see how nice you look without them.” His hand took hold of her blouse and pushed her shirt and jacket off her shoulders, along with her bra. They all slid down her arms and dropped off onto the floor. She was naked from the waist up.

He admired her for a few moments, whilst she stood silently shivering, not from cold but from outright, hopeless fear. “Right,” he said eventually, "now that skirt."

"Please," she moaned.

"What?"

"Please. Please don't," she wept.

"The skirt, sl*t. Take off the skirt."

His voice and presence were so menacing she thought she might faint.

"Do it!" he yelled. Numb with horror, she loosened her belt, eased down the zipper and let the skirt slide down off her hips to her knees.

"And those knickers. Push them down, wh*r*."

She pushed them down, sobbing loudly now, gut wrenching sobs that made the tears drop down onto her naked breasts.

"You wh*r*! Look at that pussy: you been shaving your c*nt, you dirty b*tch!” He sounded genuinely surprised, but she had kept her pubic hairs trimmed since the Summer when she had worn a too-revealing bikini. “Could do with it being shaved properly though; me, I like a bald sn*tch. You just remember that sl*t, okay? Right, get your shoes off as well. Let’s have you like the day you were born!"

She almost fell but got her knickers and shoes off and huddled in the corner completely naked as he leered down at her.

"Nice body. Real tight I bet. You ever suck a cock?" Answer me!"

"No," she gulped.

"You lying sl*t. I know you have. Ever take a cock down your throat?"

"Noooo," she wept.

"You're going to, baby," he snickered, leaning closer. "Ever get a big thick one up the asshole? Huh? You ever get fucked in the ass?"

"Nooo," she whimpered, sobbing loudly again.

"You're gonna," He laughed.

He took her hand, pulling it against him, rubbing it against his crotch, up and down. She could feel his hard erection inside his jeans and tried to pull away. He held her wrist there against him, grinning down at her. "Let me see you stick your finger up your c*nt, Ruthie. Go on. Do it or I will. Push your finger right up your c*nt hole."

She looked around as if in a daze.

"Do it!" he roared. She jerked as if struck, then her hand, her free hand, slipped down to her groin and she eased a trembling finger inside her pubic lips, wincing as she screwed it up into her tight, dry vagina.

"Deeper. Bury it up your sn*tch, wh*r*. Yeah, that's it. Jerk off on it. Beat your little pussy, sl*t. Spread your legs more, b*tch. Wider. Now bend back, arch your back. I want to see those hard little nipples sticking out. Yeah. Look at them. Look how hard they are, all stiff and wantin' to be sucked."

Her nipples were hard, for she was freezing, her body covered in goose bumps, trembling and shaking in the cold night air.

"b*tch," he snickered. "Stupid little sl*t. I bet you want this, don't you?" he squeezed her hand down harder against his erection. "Don't you? Bet you want it up that tight, wet little gash of yours, huh? Or maybe you want it up your ass? Let me hear you beg for it."

She wept, confused: “What do you mean”?

"Beg for it," he snarled. "I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Beg for it!" His hand was on her neck again....

She stammered, appalled by this new indignity. “I don’t understand ....”

“Say ‘Please fuck me’, you b*tch!”

"P.... p... pleeeasse... p.. pleease f... f... fuck me," she stuttered, her voice strangled and weak.

"Say it louder."

"P.. p... please... f... f.. fuck me," she gasped.

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Please... f.. f... fuck m... me."

"Beg me to fuck your asshole."

She moaned and sniffled and shook her head.

"Beg for it!" he hissed.

"P... p.. please fuck... fuck my... my... ass...asshole," she whimpered.

"Well, I dunno. I bet its tight there, tight and dirty. Course I fucked tight white asses before. Tell you what, you turn around and bend over. Spread your legs and grab hold of your ankles, and I'll consider it.

"P... pleeease," she whimpered.

"You don't have to beg any more, wh*r*. Go on. Do it."

She turned her back on him, trembling and shaking, slowly bending over and spreading her legs. She shook and almost fell, then bent way over and pawed at her bare ankles, taking several attempts to grip them.

"Straighten your legs. I want to see that round little ass sticking up," he ordered.

"Beg for it again," he said. "Beg for it, sl*t."

"P... p... please... f... fuck... me,"

"Get on all fours, sl*t. Get down on all fours like the b*tch dog you are. Yeah, go on. He shoved his foot against her ass and she dropped to her hands and knees.

"Raise that little ass, and spread your legs. That's it. You've done this plenty of time before."

She trembled violently, almost throwing up as her guts churned. She waited for him to get down behind her, to use her, **** her.

"Reach back between your legs, sl*t, and play with yourself. I want you to get all warmed up for me."

She closed her eyes in new humiliation.

"Jerk off for me. I want to see those fingers jerking off that tight little c*nt box."

She reached back with one hand, her trembling fingers touching her vaginal entrance, rubbing in jerky movements.

"Harder, sl*t!" he snarled. "Rub that little sn*tch."

She rubbed harder as he watched.

"Stick your finger up your asshole!"

The words struck her like a blow.

"Do it, you white wh*r*!"

She eased her fingers higher, up against her asshole, then slowly pressed one finger against her crinkled little anal opening. She felt her hand gripped tightly, his fingers pressing her finger straight and jamming it into her asshole hard.

He pumped her own finger in and out of her asshole as she whimpered and moaned and sobbed.

"Dirty little wh*r*," he sneered.

She heard his zipper and her whimpers turned to tears again. She closed her eyes and waited, trembling violently, then sensed his movement behind her. She felt his hands on her behind, rubbing, squeezing. A hand cupped her pubic mound then and began squeezing that.

"Nice," he said.

She felt pressure against her pussy, the pressure growing greater. She felt his cock sliding into her, forcing its way into her tight, dry vagina. She winced, gritting her teeth against the pain, praying for it to be over.

"UUUUHhhhhhgggg!" she cried, as he thrust forward. His cock stabbed into her with savage force, ramming deep into her, smashing through her hymen without even slowing down. She felt a deep heartache at losing her hard held cherry and in such a way.

He gripped her hips hard, beginning to jerk and twist his prick inside her, ignoring her whimpers and cries, heedless of thepain he was causing her. He threw his hips forward hard thrusting his cock into the center of her belly, burying his thick, bloated prong inside her.

"Yeaaahhhh. How's it feel, wh*r*? How's it feel with a big nigger cock in your belly? Bet you love it. Don't you, sl*t? Huh? Love it, don't you? Huh?" He slapped the side of her head.

"Don't you?" he demanded.

"Yes," she sobbed.

"I knew it. I knew you were a cheap sl*t when I saw you."

He fucked her with hard, brutal strokes, the pain almost unbearable to her. She felt like she was being disembowelled, ripped open from the crotch inward. She swayed and shook and bit her tongue as he rutted into her with cruel strokes.

"Uh, yeahhhh!" he grunted and snorting, thrusting harder still and then giving a series of hard, sharp thrusts into her.

"Oooh babyyy," he gasped. "You got it now. Got my juice up inside you. Got my cum in your c*nt box."

She felt nauseous at the thought, yet also tremendously gratified that he had finished. She hoped against hope he would soon leave.

She felt his cock pump a few more times but she could tell it was softening. He pulled it out and she closed her eyes in relief.

"Okay, sl*t, come with me."

He gripped Ruth’s arm and jerked her to her feet, then dragged her out of the shelter and across the street. Her feet froze on the cold concrete as he led her onto the pavement and then into the park on the other side.

He led her in a few feet then threw her down on her knees.

"Suck it hard again, wh*r*." He held his cock in one hand and her hair in the other. He pressed his cock, oily and wet, against her lips. She kept them tightly closed, staring at it in horror.

"Suck it, sl*t!" he hissed. "Open your mouth or I'll break your fucking teeth."

She did as he ordered and he pushed his wet, dirty dick into her mouth. Again she almost threw up but feared he'd kill her.

"You're gonna suck me hard and then I'm gonna fuck you right up your tight, buttery little asshole," he sniggered.

"Oh please noo!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, tearing her mouth free of his cock briefly.

"Do it!" he snarled.

He gripped her hair and pulled her face in against his crotch. He pushed his cockhead against her lips and she reluctantly opened them, taking it in. He grinned down as the girl sucked his cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth. That was easy enough, it being soft, but as she worked it over with her tongue and sucked on it, the long black snake began to thicken and harden.

"It's gettin' hard, sl*t. It's getting long and thick. Soon it's gonna be up your asshole. You'll like that, won't you, wh*r*. Won't you!"

Her muffled moans and soft whimpering contradicted him and he snickered in glee. He began to pump his cock in her mouth, sighing in pleasure as his prong turned to steel against her tongue. Finally he pulled it free, rubbing it across her face as he chuckled.

"Okay, wh*r*. It's ready. Turn around and get on all fours like the b*tch dog you are. Go on."

"Please! Please don't!" she begged.

"Shut up and do it!"

"Please. It's sick! It's horrible. Can't you... can't you just... just put it into ... in the same place again?"

"’The same place’! Where’s that Ruthie? You mean your c*nt? If that’s what you want, then say it!” He pushed her to all fours and knelt behind her, his cock sliding along her slit, sawing against the tight slit. "If you don't want it up the asshole, baby, you better beg me to fuck your dirty c*nt again."

"Yes,” she cried, “yes! Please fuck my c*nt. Please. Not the other way!”

"You mean your tw*t? Your pussy? Your fuck hole? Say it!”

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my tw*t! Fuck my pussy!"

"Does Ruthie want a hot nigger cock up her c*nt pipe?"

"Yes! Please fuck me!"

"You got it, wh*r*. Reach back and pry your dirty little c*nt lips open for me. Go on. Pull them open."

She reached back behind her and pulled her c*nt open, shaking with cold and fear.

"Wider! Wider!"

She moaned with pain as she opened herself wide apart for him. He grinned in pleasure.

"Now grab my cock and put it in, then back onto it."

She used the fingers of one hand to hold her c*nt lips as wide as she could, then reached between her legs and gripped his thick prong, pressing it against her opening. She shuffled her knees backwards in the dirt as she slid her velvet sheath over his prick and jammed herself back onto his shaft.

She drove herself back onto the thing, impaling herself until she had the whole thing inside her belly.

"Now fuck me, b*tch. Work that little white ass on my cock."

She sobbed as she began to hump back against him. Under his lashing tongue she was soon grinding her hips and slapping her ass back against him with vigorous motions, jamming herself again and again on his hard cock.

Suddenly he pulled out, holding her in place. "So I've fucked you, like you wanted. I said I would, right? I fucked your
c*nt. Now its my turn. I want that asshole."

"Pleeeeeassssee!" she sobbed.

"Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart."

"Please, no! Please!"

"Do it," he snarled.

Shaking and trembling, Ruth reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, whining and groaning in anxiety and fear. She gave a short cry as she felt his cockhead pressing against her anus, then gritted her teeth and gasped in pain as he put more and more pressure against her sphincter.

His cockhead slowly forced her asshole open and sank down into her. She groaned and moaned and mewled in pain as his log sank deeper and deeper into her rectum. Her ass stung and ached as his giant cock slid further inside.

"Yeahhhh," he sighed. "Nice little white ass meat."

He gripped her hips and thrust hard, drawing a cry of pain from the tormented girl as his cock drove deep. He drew back then thrust again, burying his cock in her tight anal tube. With hardly any hesitation, with no time to let her ass become accustomed to his girth, he began to pump, tearing his cock up and down inside her.

Soon he was pounding his cock with savage force and speed, sodomising the weeping, shaking girl with no regard to her pain. His cock skewered her with terrible violence, ripping in and out of her tight, aching tunnel. His cockhead pumped like a butter churn in her anus as his hips rocked the girl again and again.

Then he came, forcing thick, white loads of jism down her asshole, sighing in pleasure as he felt the sperm shooting into her trembling, spasming guts.....

And that’s where he left her, crumpled and sobbing. She lay for a few minutes, then clambered painfully to her feet. She crept fearfully to the gate of the park and for the first time was relieved that nobody was in sight to see her nakedness. She hurried across the road to collect her clothes ....

And he was still there. Holding her open purse, looking at her driving licence, reading her name, her age, her address..... In his other hand, he held her mobile phone. She stood, frozen in the entrance to the shelter. Was the nightmare not over?

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“Don’t just stand there b*tch,” he said, “get yourself dressed.” He reached down and threw her discarded clothes towards her.
Dumbly, she grabbed them and rapidly pulled them on.
“It’s over isn’t it?” she asked desperately. “I won’t tell anyone; just let me go now.”

He grinned at her. “ Now, you’ve been a real good fuck, Ruthie. So it’s only polite if I get you a taxi, ain’t it? Think of it as my thanks. Your transport should be along any minute, so just you wait right here...” and as she turned to run, he grabbed her, that same steel-like grip. “Now, Ruthie, that ain’t polite!” He held her close, and stroked her head again, almost gently. “That’s one sexy haircut you got girl. Ain’t no wonder you got yourself fucked!” She shuddered against him, helpless in his grip, fearing the worst.

Five minutes passed, his hands constantly stroking, squeezing, violating her, until finally a car drew up, its windows blackened. Her heart sank. Inside were two men, grinning widely. The back door was flung open and she was pushed inside, her tormenter climbing in after her.


(to be continued)